“Alright then, Jack, I call the role o’ Shrinking Violet,” Adrian said, as he patted himself down to make sure nothing was out of place. Among the loud noise of the docks, his ears had turned inward—wearing plugs while on a mission was out of the question, so he simply had to grin and bear it. Using his height advantage to scan the sea of people, by sight, would have been just as conspicuous. He and Silver had to look like just another couple of civilians, and civilians knew exactly where they were headed.  After a cursory glance down the blocks, he looked back to Silver. “So—what sorta place are we looking for? You know, other than, ‘it’s blue,’ or, ‘it’s made o’ aluminium.’”